Friday, February 11, 2011

His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadows of death;The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfum'd with his breath.His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, That waters the garden of grace,From which their salvation the people shall know, And bask in the smile of his face.

Love sits on his eyelids, and scatters delight Through all the bright mansions on high;Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight, And tremble with fullness of joy.He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, And myriads wait for his word;He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with His voice, Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.

His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet, Is heard through the shadows of death;The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet, The air is perfum'd with his breath.O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight, On whom in affliction I call,My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all.(adapted by Larry L. Fleming from a text of Joseph Swain, which was adapted from Song of Solomon. The text of the entire poem is here.)